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Lord, let me retire
Yet mind fired; body expired
Ideas twirl whirl swirl
Face afire, icy toes
Flip pillow, rub toes
Toss, turn--
Sheets tumbled jumbled crumpled
Align hips, spine straight
Drop head to pillow
Shoulder to toe burrow below
Finally, brain refrains
Thoughts in, thoughts out
Breathe in, breathe out
Lungs billow,
Drool on pillow
No thoughts, no oughts
Zero consciousness
Blessed nothingness
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Strange streaming, dreaming
Clasping, grasping vivid images
Yet lapsing, collapsing memory
Breaking light, waking sight
Birds' hymns, stretch limbs
Muscles relieved, rest received
I finished writing this poem and now I want to fall asleep. How about you? Anyway, if you are conscious enough, I'd appreciate a follow, tip, or monthly pledge. You can also find my musings on my personal blog, Facebook, and Twitter.
